
I’m still thinking about those raspberries. I might have to move my regular dinner time up to 5 PM. Retirement homes might have a good idea there.
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I’m still thinking about those raspberries. I might have to move my regular dinner time up to 5 PM. Retirement homes might have a good idea there.
Last week included some berries from a local farm. They were delicious berries, so they deserve a shout-out. See what I mean? [Okay, you can’t see that they’re delicious, but you can see that they’re beautiful and bright and such.] Raspberries are my favorite, and add to that a day of sunshine and happy dogs…
Week two of housewifedom is looking good. I would share all of the gory details of productivity (oh yeah, and that one morning of going back to bed from 9 to 11), but we don’t need to cover all of that. Especially not the sleeping in thing. You can forget about that. Part of the productivity has included…
I’m new at this whole housewife thing, and I’ve been trying to figure out how best to approach the “work day.” What I have discovered after a few short days is that napping is highly underrated, the French Open is perfect background TV, and I make overambitious to do lists no matter what the situation. Oh…
In an effort to start this jobless stage of my life with a bang (while maintaining a rigorous nap schedule), I decided to take care of a few things that I’ve been meaning to do since September. It’s time. First on that list was to go to the Social Security office and officially change my…
I was a dark and stormy night. Only not really. But it was a dark night after a long day at work in what has been a very long week at work. So I got home, determined to run 6 miles. Right. The real problem is that I would rather do any household chore than…